DEIR AL-BALAH -- In the early days of the war on Gaza—in a time that can only be described as genocide—I found myself trapped in emotions that defied language: disorientation, anxiety, fear, grief, and a pain so heavy it blurred reality itself. Life became a haze, yet I knew, with painful clarity, that unimaginable days were approaching—days we would be forced to live through, whether we could comprehend them or not.